N.asa was thankful that Bjorn was willing to let the ebony mare stay in the Inlet. Not only for the sake of their daughter, but because N.asa was trying to pick up the pieces of her trauma and shape them into a future. She still couldn't admit to him how much she needed him, but she made a more visible effort to be present after he had left her to watch over Diana. The little gray filly proved to be tenacious from the beginning. It had not be long after she had dropped the filly, that she felt like she was constantly running after her. "Slow down Diana," she calls as the thin girl slips through the flowering shrubbery.

Her bones ache as the last remnants of the Winter chill had dissipated. Unfortunately she doesn't know if it's the age, the birth, or both, but she feels more tired than usual. She picks up her pace into a lazy trot as Diana leaves her line of sight but it's not long before the scent of birth reaches her flaring nostrils. Instantly her mind is flooded with the heartbreak and images of Himena and her orphaned filly bleating for help. Her pace and her heartbeat quicken as she finally reaches the little filly. "Diana, you wait here. She says firmly. She pushes past the barricade of trees and calls gently to the red mare. She keeps her distance but can't help but feel relief to see both mother and baby safely alive.

The red mare postures threatening, her ears flat against her head. "I am sorry," she begins. "Diana was exploring a bit further than I thought and I was worried..." she trails off averting her gaze to the grass. "I am N.asa...this is Diana," she turns her finely dished head towards the young filly.